Well in my excitement about Man's Search for Meaning I didn't tell everyone about my feelings on A Song Flung Up to Heaven by Maya Angelou. I have read this book before and reach for it every now and again. This time it struck me that Maya was my age when she was going from one coast to another trying to decide what exactly she was going to do and where her strength lie. She did not start her autobiography until she was 37 or 38, I still got time. I also rediscovered a treasure trove of quotes by her mother that will make their way onto this blog.
In all of my experiences in life I tend to forget that I am yet young relatively speaking and I just got started early :). So if you are still waking up every day and putting one foot in front of the other you also still have time to honor your dream.